“That’s all right—go on, Little Captain,” said Amy.
“Well, then, I thought we might do a little camping on Triangle, or one of the other islands, say, for three or four days.”
“Don’t camp on Triangle,” suggested Grace. “There are too many people there, and we can’t be free. There’d always be a lot of curious ones about, looking at our boat, and our things, and all that.”
“Very well, we can pick out some other island,” agreed Betty. “You know there is to be a regatta, and water sports, on Rainbow Lake just about the time we get there, and we can take part, if we like.”
“Do! And if we can get in a race we will!” cried Mollie, with sparkling eyes.
“Uncle Amos has promised to be with us some of the time,” went on Betty. “And I suppose we will have to invite the boys occasionally, just for the day, you know.”
“Oh, don’t make too much of an effort,” exclaimed Mollie. “Allen Washburn said he might be going abroad this summer, anyhow.”
“Who said anything about him?” demanded Betty, with a blush.
“No one; but I can read—thoughts!” answered Mollie, helping herself to another candy.
“I meant Will and Frank,” went on Betty. “They would like to come.”